The heart of Hell is not fire, but ice. Cold as hatred, dehumanization and relational death. The body is enveloped by the cold waters of the Cocytus and at that moment all desire is extinguished and man can only contemplate his failure. Cryogenized in this immense river, which separates the world of the living from that of the dead, the human being becomes stone, soulless, insignificant, mute and inert. He lets himself be transported aimlessly by the great Luciferian sacrificial machine and the 'mperador of the painful kingdom, mocking, makes fun of the imperfect creation of the Father
Hi, my name is Giandomenico Veneziani. I’m an Italian Photographer. I approached photography since I was young but for the last two years I'm professional photographer. I learned over time the techniques and the infinite possibilities of artistic creation. The photographic experimentation finds wide expression during my travels. I was inspired by people, their stories, faces, emotions. The photography for me is an important mean to share feelings and stories of people I photograph. It's the same now as in the past. I get inspiration especially from painting, books and movies.
